suddenly
the vine blossoms orange
winter sun
vine flowers
long loops of honey
climb the trees
warm winter
green weeds and parsley
spring up
1/7/11
carrying kindling
I reach to pat my new dog
she flinches sharply
(No I don’t have a new dog; this describes an incident far past.)
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sunny morning
my stepson’s confident voice
clear over Skype
8/7/11
wet night full moon unseen
15/7/11
dark night
rain falling softly
low voices
21/7/11
Lune Sequence for Suzanne
a cold day indoors
I listen
as an old friend sings
her voice high and strong
in my ears
her words plain and sweet
I‘m on my own here
my headphones
wrapped around my skull
and she doesn’t know
I hear her
remembering well
29/7/11
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